If I was a bird, I would probably be a duck or a finch.
Whatever happened to taking a break from this blog?
I'm just happy to have the urge to write things.
Again I'm also happy to be home.
After almost two days with Catwoman and Ivy, they start to get on my nerves.
It's mostly because I have to adopt a personality reminiscent of Cher from Clueless.
They also don't get my interests or humour...
But I had fun; Ivy has the most adorable, happiest child ever.
I can't believe that he's seven months old.
I don't like Ivy's husband though, he's the definition of a douche.
And Catwoman wants me to go to Psy-Tribe with her...
Why do I feel like that's a bad idea?
Don't answer that...
As crazy as Catwoman is and as judgmental as Ivy is, we're still "best friends"...I guess?
Really I would rather spend time with The Jester any day.
Because that ridiculous "female mentality" does nothing but annoy me.
Also Catwoman has fried her brain from drugs, and sounds like a moron.
I mean, you know when you can tell that someone has done too much acid and E?
Like their head is empty and their eyes are blank?
That would be Catwoman...
And Ivy is the epitome of an oppressed housewife.
Don't even get me started on that whole situation, really...
I know this sounds critical, but watching your friends destroy their lives is painful.
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